In the mountains.
The wind howled, and the rain lashed down.
A moment later.
Upon entering a valley, Jiang Ning saw through the curtain of rain.
That young monk in white sat cross-legged before a cave.
The torrential rain stopped three feet before him.
Not a speck of dust stained his white robes.
Above his head stood a giant lotus sculpture. Weathered by the passage of countless years, the patterns carved into the stone had grown somewhat blurred.
Inside the cave behind him sat a great Buddha statue nearly two zhang tall.
The Buddha's right hand was held level, palm facing upward, while its left hand pointed downward, both hands forming the wish-granting mudra.
At the sight, Jiang Ning immediately recalled the records he had read before.
This was Lotus Cave in the Dongling Mountain Range.
It was said to be a place where an ancient great Buddha had comprehended the Dao during the Primordial Era.
There were also accounts that an enlightened monk of clear wisdom had grasped Zen intent here, along with a profound martial art—one of Vajra Temple's Thirty-Six Supreme Techniques.
No wonder he was here!
He must have come here to comprehend the Dao and meditate on Zen!
The thought flashed through his mind, and Jiang Ning understood.
As Jiang Ning and Zhao Yulong arrived.
The young monk in white slowly opened his eyes.
"Prefect Zhao, Commander Jiang!"
"Master Jin Chan!" Jiang Ning greeted him with a smile as well.
Seeing Jin Chan's gaze turn toward him, Zhao Yulong could not help but smile. "Master, don't look at me. Look at Commander Jiang. He's the one who came looking for you!"
Hearing this, the young monk in white turned to Jiang Ning.
Even though the cave entrance was a muddy mess after the torrential downpour, the